
My love of poetry started with this poem:
Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats
Ahhh, still beautiful after all these years. Don't ya think?
This is my favorite poem also! Love what you have done with it.
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